Weekend Away

Well, it was billed as a romantic weekend away in the Yorkshire Dales but I think you could safely call it a wet weekend in Bradford! Of course not being one to mope about I managed to turn the whole thing to my advantage and before Steve knew it we were on a trip to Haworth one of my favourite places on earth even in the rain, in fact it was even more atmospheric!

 As you can see the divine Miss Bee was my lady's companion but I didn't make her wear a bonnet! honest! This is the front door of the parsonage where the sisters lived for all their writing lives. I cannot tell you the absolute feeling of stepping back in time you get walking up the cobbled street past the old school and church which is very much the path they walked every day you can feel the inspiration for their novels in the very air!

Of course, we have dear Anne buried at Scarborough but all the others are at Haworth. A wander around the graveyard is a must, obviously to Steve's delight! ' Why are we in a graveyard in the rain?' was his plaintive cry accross the moors! To which I replied 'You will always be my Heathcliff!' actually made that bit up but would have been nice to have said it at the time, even though he would have thought whose Heathcliff? if they don't play for Leeds United then they are not on his radar! mars and venus,eh? aah, dear readers I married him!

 The old shops, of which there are a fair few vintage ones now which was a lovely surprise, are olde worlde and fit the place exactly; not a supermarket in sight!

 We stayed at Hollins Hall a  Marriott Country House Hotel (special deal, of course!) Miss Bee had the staff eating out of her plump little pink squidgy hands! but we spent the evenings in the room with Bee in the cot and X Factor on the lowest setting, which vastly improved it! next time we will make it just the two of us! I would love to go to Bath for a Jane Austen weekend, what do you think my chances are???

Last treat of the week is a trip to the Stephen Joseph Theatre to see 'We are Three Sisters' you'll never guess who it's about!! and no ,Steve isn't going! My friend Louise is trimming her bonnet as we speak, we may have become governesses before the night is out!  Until the morrow..